Tane
TaneMy beast roiled beneath the surface of my skin, fighting to break free. To touch her. Scent her. Claim her. Our mate.
Claim her. Gods, my mate was beautiful. Her hair was nearly black, the strands shimmering like liquid darkness over her shoulders and down her back. Her skin looked soft and smooth, the full mounds of her breasts an invitation above the tight bodice of her gown. The dress was unlike any of the other females’ in attendance, clinging tightly from her waist up, then exploding in a shimmering, glittery confection from hips to ankles. The costume was extravagant, elegant, and I knew when I held her close, the folds of her gown would wrap around my legs like a lover’s caress.
I wanted that. Even more, I wanted her naked and yielding to my beast and his c**k. I needed
